The frame that had ruined his life had been reversed, and the ruin had swung back around, exactly as he had designed it to, onto the men who built it.

Chapter 21 — Seventy-Four Million

“And the rest of it?” I asked, because I had to.

“The money.” I could barely make the word come out.

It still did not feel like it could have anything to do with me.

“Every dollar,” Mr.

Vance said.

“The offshore escrow accounts your father set up, the back-royalties that accumulated on the stolen patents across two decades, the estate properties, all of it, consolidated into a private trust under your sole authority.